Chapter 93 Chapter Thirty-Two

How the Pagoda covered a whole procession with its tongue; what did the author see in the mouth of Pagoda Paiguguai led all his troops and marched into the border of the country of thirsty people. The people there surrendered to him immediately and voluntarily handed over the keys of all the cities he went to. Only the salty people insisted on resisting and notified The generals of Paiguguay said they would surrender only under favorable conditions. "What!" said Paiguguet, "Don't eat the meat that's ready, don't drink the wine that's ready, and dream of something better? Go, and catch them all for me."

So a large group of people lined up and prepared to charge. But the road passed through a large plain, and suddenly there was a downpour, which made them tremble all over. You squeezed me, I squeezed you and huddled together.Seeing this scene, Paiguguai informed the general to tell the soldiers that he had seen from the clouds that it was only a thin layer of dew, which was nothing, but for the sake of prudence, he told them to line up, and he would send them Cover up.So they lined up in a row, one by one, and Paiguret stuck out his tongue only halfway, like a hen guarding her chicks, covering them all.

As for me, to tell you these true stories, I was hiding under a burdock leaf, not much smaller than the hole of the Pont de Montrible; but, When I saw that the men of Paiguguet were not at all exposed to the rain, I joined them, intending to hide with them, but I could not squeeze in, for they were too many.As the saying goes: "The edge can't be covered", I had no better way, but climbed on his tongue, and walked a full two miles on it, before finally reaching his mouth. Oh my god, my god grandma, what do you think I saw?If I tell a lie, let Jupiter strike me down with his three thunderbolts.I walked forward as if in the Sophie Monastery in Constantinople, and I saw mountains like Denmark (I think it must be his teeth), many large rocks, and vast grasslands, vast forests , tall and solid cities, which are by no means smaller than Lyons and Poitiers.

The first person I met was a cabbage grower.I was so surprised that I asked him: "Friend, what are you doing here?" "I'm growing cabbages," he answered me. "Why do you grow cabbage? How do you grow it?" I asked him again. "Ah, sir," he said, "we're not all born with the same balls, so we can't all have the same wealth. For me, I grow cabbage for a living, and sell it in the market in the city back here." "My Jesus!" I exclaimed, "is there a new world here?" "Of course," he said, "but this place is not new. People say that there is a new world out there, with the sun, the moon, and many new things; but our world is older."

"Really?" I said, "What's the name of the city you went to sell cabbages in?" "It's called the city of Asfarage," he said. "The people there are religious, and they keep their own place. You will be welcome." ① The Monterey Boulevard Bridge once appeared in the novel Fiera Blas. ① The Saint Sophie Church, which was changed to a Turkish mosque in 1453, has a magnificent architecture and was a tourist attraction in the 16th century. ① Asfara day, according to the Greek, means: "esophagus". I decided right away that I must go.

On the way, I met a man who was setting up a net to catch pigeons, and I asked him: "My friend, where do the pigeons here come from?" "Sir," said he, "they come from another world." It was only then that I remembered that when Paguguet yawned, flocks of pigeons flew into his mouth. It turned out that they used his mouth as a pigeon coop. Then, I went into the city, and I thought the city looked pretty good, it was well built, and its appearance was majestic; it was just that when I entered the city, the guards at the city gate asked me for my papers, I thought it was strange, and asked they said:

"Gentlemen, is there a plague here?" "My lord," they said, "there are so many dead that our body wagon has to keep running all over the street." "My God!" I said, "where is it?" They answered me that it was at the Throat and the Throat, two large cities, as large as Rouen and Nantes, rich and prosperous in commerce, and plagued by a filth that had recently risen from the abyss. 2,260,006 people died within eight days.I thought about it for a while and calculated, and I figured out that it was because of the stench from the stomach of Paguguay after eating the garlic dishes we mentioned earlier.

From there I started, through the alpine rock, which is his tooth, I climbed to a rock, and saw the most beautiful scenery in the world, wide courts, gorgeous cloisters, lovely meadows, vast vineyards, In a lush and green field, there are endless Italian-style villas. I lived there for four full months, and I could never feel more comfortable than eating there. Then I got down from my back teeth, and tried to get to my lips, but a gang of robbers licked me up as I passed a big forest near my ears. Later, on the slope, I entered a small village (the name of which I have forgotten), where I lived more comfortably, and earned a little money to live on.Do you know how you earn it?Earn by sleeping: Because people there hire people to sleep, and they can earn five or six coppers a day for sleeping; those who snore the loudest can earn seven and a half coppers.

I told the deputies there how I was robbed in the valley, and they told me that the people there were, frankly, all bad, and born thieves.After listening to it, I just realized that this situation is the same as our mountain side and the other side of the mountain. In their place, it is Ya side and Ya side; however, this side is better than that side, and the air is fresher. Then it occurred to me that what people say is really true is that half the world doesn't know how the other half lives because no one has written a book about a place where nothing but the wilderness and the sea In addition, more than twenty-five countries are inhabited.I have written a very large book, titled: "History of the People of the Throat Country", and I call them that because the place where they live is the throat of my master Panguel.

Finally I was going home, and I jumped through his beard, onto his shoulders, and down the shoulders and down to the ground in front of him. He saw me and asked me: "Algow Fribus, where are you from?" I answered him: "Sir, I come from your throat." "When did you go?" He asked me again. "From the time you went to conquer the Salty," I said. "It's been more than six months, then," he said. "How do you live? What do you drink there?" I replied: "My lord, I eat and drink the same as you, and I choose the best food that passes through your throat. I am there to collect taxes."

"Really?" he said again. "So, where is your poop?" "It's in your throat too, of course, sir," I said. "Ha, ha, you've done it beautifully!" he said. "By relying on the blessing of the heavens, we have recovered all the land of the country of thirsty people; I will give you the fiefdom of Salmigundan." "Thank you, sir," I said. "The benefits you have given me are much more than what I have served you." ① Salmigundan: means "meat".In the third book, Paguguay bestows the Salmigondan to Banuge.